When An Nuonuo and I first met, she was a shy, socially anxious young girl.
Under Jiang Xu's guidance and instruction, she had made significant progress.
Now, when she was alone with Jiang Xu, she could speak eloquently and fluidly.
However, if a phone call happened to come through, she would be at a loss for words.
The next morning, Jiang Xu was awakened by a series of urgent phone calls.
He had two cellphones, one for everyday use that he set to silent mode while sleeping.
The other was known only to a few people, and it rang only in very urgent situations.
The call was from Liu Dahai.
Jiang Xu got up and walked outside lightly before answering the phone.
His wife was still sleeping, so he couldn't disturb her.
After all, she was tired from her verbal exertions the night before.
"What's up, Dahai?"
"Mr. Jiang, good morning."
The call connected, but the voice that came through was not Liu Dahai's.
Instead, it was a gloomy voice, filled with anger.
